I started late
Running with the world, 17 years after.
Chasing a dream
I wasnt even sure was mine.

Along the race line, I met many souls.
Some broke my heart,
Some I broke.
Like muscles torn
The more they break,
The stronger they become.
Or at least,
Thats what they say.

But is the pain really worth it?
Maybe if I blink enough,
I’ll wake up at 43.
And finally know.

They say numbers are infinite,
But have you ever met someone
Who tried to count them
And lived to tell the tale?